The pain, a torturous and never ending fire, tore through her as her breath was caught in a silent scream. First one scream, and then another, until there was only one scream, in her mind forever; but never a sound escaped her lips. Not even as her soul was ripped in half. Not even as her body was mangled with their foul metals.
She knew what they would do long before they touched her. She saw the looks in their bestial, fallen eyes. They were animals encircling their prey. Those that gave their lives to protect her did so willingly - and died quickly, for they were not the focus of the eternal hatred. To them, she was more than an elf, she was a symbol.
Love. A painful memory of what they once were.
She was not afraid. She was angry. They would not take away her light. She had something that they never would hold again.
Love. A love of life and all things that are good.
Memories of Elrond, The Twins, Arwen.
Love. Time and torture stopped in the memory of Elrond's love.
Their love, Eternal.
